Wednesday, August 19, 2015

One day you, I--all things--must merge into one tiny thing and then .....poof ..... all things become no thingbut only for an instant,only until the advent of a newtiny thing from which a spark spreads color deeply, widely--a new delugeof things--water, diamonds, acorns, someone's happiest moments--and who knows what else in our eternal drama of passing time and death approaching.I don't know what else to say when he tells me he is crushed and wants to die so I ramble on and on to fend off, to dissolve, my pity, his fear, my fear, by sublimating this dead end he /we face. It's cruel that life contains the seed of its own destructionbut somehow it is a thought that lulls us both into a contemplative stupor and we can finally close our eyes and sleep.

do I open the door to receive her exuberant love,those wet, whimpering kisses, that earnest scramblingto crawl inside of me. This is the love I crave as a child but find nowhere else and so I stage it over and over and over again--and not only then, but long after with boys who try to love me.

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I write poetry to find out what I think. My poems have been published in the Monterey Poetry Journal and www.hippocketpress.org/canary. I published three chapbooks: Friedel, Francis, and San Leandro Outdoors. All available on Amazon.com